Dodgeball

Apparently Hurricane season is from June to November, but no body told us. Every morning starts out with sunny skies and by two o clock every day we get some vicious showers. All the kids come inside and sing songs and play games. Keeping busy is never really a problem. We are trying to plot out a trip to get some burger king without offending our host mothers. The food is delicious, but us Americans are craving something other than chicken and rice, chicken and rice, chicken and rice.....and.....of course.....chicken and rice. This morning before the rain came the kiddies had their faces painted after they finished their morning activities. The older students broke up into four groups and we read several books. One involved a fascinating tale of a secret agent in the 3rd grade, and the other of a young detective who solved a mysterious valentines day riddle. After we read the books, some frog stickers were handed out. Then the older students engaged in a fierce battle pitting Jamaican against American. What is this battle you ask? The name of the game is dodgeball. The deplorable conditions of the field only permitted us to use the netball court. In the intense rounds of dodgeball that ensued, hearts were broken and dreams were crushed while others were manifested. Soccer balls zipped and zoomed through the rays of caribbean sunshine, while beads of sweat dripped from the faces of competitors and onto the smoldering pavement. A wiseman once told me that pain is weakness leaving the body, and that is how champions are made. Today champions were chiseled out of Jamaican and American alike. And losers were made of Melissa's team.....because they were just plain awful.


-Alex Boser